All Hallow’s Night

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All Hallow’s Eve\

(A Sonnet)

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The tale’s been often told in ancient scripts,

That unknown evil rots inside the grave,

Quite far beneath cold filth besotted crypts,

Where even sacred ground, it could not save.

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As Satan’s pact with God provides relief,

One single night of fright is to be seen,

Enhancing evil versus good’s belief,

A night that’s since denoted Halloween.

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And so, this night some sick soul may arise,

Engaged in ghoulish games of fear and dread.

To cause some trick-or-treater great surprise,

When finding they are dabbling with the dead.

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For some may find there’s more than playful fright,

In darkened shadows on All Hallow’s Night.

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Author Notes The Night the Dead may roam.


The artwork is from Yahoo Images

 

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